A towering city with advancement like they'd never seen before, not even in Elenaris. Something was very strange about this place, as if it were meant to be cut off from the outside world, never to be interacted with by people like him. That thought plagued the young Magus's mind. In his head, the only reason for the city's isolation was to avoid the news of such a flourishing society getting out.
Polished streets, wagons powered by magic instead of horses, and lamps and everyday utensils made from pure human ingenuity to be as convenient as possible. Even now, as he stood in front of a barrel of assorted alcohol, he was surprised by the runic marking on the item–each labeled with different names of alcoholic drinks.
